If I were to meet my Nhaama on the frozen plains, a woman as pure as the driven snow, do you think that the Sun's radiance would burn too brightly for her? Being a man of the Steppe, I know little of foreign lands and their people, so I turn to you…
If I were to meet my Nhaama on the frozen plains, a woman as pure as the driven snow, do you think that the Sun's radiance would burn too brightly for her? Being a man of the Steppe, I know little of foreign lands and their people, so I turn to you…